I think the misconception is we think that our story is only really relevant to ourselves. I mean, everyone has his/her own story; what difference does my story make to anyone else?
Here’s the beauty of it: there is an unbelievable overlap of stories, an incredible intersection of this Venn Diagram of stories. And I am finding myself sincerely stunned at how, Providentially, these stories keep ‘finding’ each other.
Maybe I’m stating the obvious; maybe this is just ‘standard operating procedure’ when you are out here, with your whole life on display, in the blogosphere. But I truly think there is More going on beneath the surface, bringing all of these stories together.
When I started blogging last summer, I really had no intention of turning this into an infertility blog (and honestly, I don’t consider my blog to be that nor do I want it to become that). I shared my TTC story because, honestly, I was new and scrambling for things to write about – and well, yeah, I had enough material there to cover a few posts. Then as I was telling our story, my story went ‘live’ in the sense that I became pregnant again and was no longer telling our ‘history’ but our ‘present’ story.
To me, I don’t find my story particularly interesting or gripping or heart-wrenching – not any more than anyone else’s story; lots of women are struggling with this – and many for much longer and in much more dramatic ways.
I am always genuinely amazed when women comment about any connection they feel with me, my story, a particular post. I mean, to me – it’s just me…a day in the life…what’s going on in any given moment. Nothing super-extraordinary about my struggle. No more than anyone else’s.
But for some reason, there is…I’m struggling to find the right word… something transcendent when our story connects with someone else out there. These commonalities forge this incredible bond with strangers, somehow knowing that we aren’t alone in the middle of our stories. Someone else ‘gets’ it.
Part of me just feels the need to tell it, regardless of who’s ‘listening’, but I’m always a little surprised when people are.
I’ve been given some incredible opportunities to share my story – not really sure why, not really sure how, but I’m just going with it. I’m trusting that God must have a reason behind it all.
And I believe the same is true for you. Your story is powerful. I don’t know in what way, for whom, where it will lead…but I am certain of this: someone needs to hear your story. I’m convinced that this is part of the reason God allows us to go through what we go through: To share it with others. To reap something good from it. To make it worth it, somehow. To redeem it.
We had a local pastor come to our school yesterday to speak to our students during chapel. One thing he said has been resonating with me. He told the story of Daniel in the Bible. King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon had a dream he wanted interpreted, but he wouldn’t tell anyone what the dream was. He said that if a person really could interpret the dream, he would not only give the interpretation, but he would give the dream as well. God gave Daniel both the dream and interpretation. And Daniel was the only one who could complete this task. Daniel was the only one who had this piece to the puzzle. The only one.
What if the same is true for us? What if God has put words in our mouths, given us stories in our lives – with such specific details and told in the way that only we can tell it – that are meant to be used for good? That are meant to reach someone? Meant to make a difference? What if my story – your story – and the people that only you or me will reach with our stories – are part of this greater plan, this greater purpose – to use our stories for good?
In the movie Shadowlands, C.S. Lewis states, “We read to know we are not alone.” Guess what? If we are reading, someone is writing. Someone is ‘telling a story.’ What if it is that one story that helps someone else know they are not alone? I am completely undone by the thought of this. My story having that kind of power. Your story.
I don’t think your story is meant to be just for you. True, we need to be wise in when and how and where we share. But I think our stories are meant to be shared. I commend so many of my brave friends for sharing their stories, using their stories for good. Such courage. Such redemption in that.
All I can say is that I am so grateful that I can read your stories and relate. And I am so grateful if you can read mine and relate. I am so grateful for these connections and intersections and overlaps of our stories.
I am so grateful that we can read and write and share – and know that we aren’t alone.
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